"You, and I, should all come out of this world, right?" Zhou Qing looked at the guy in front of him who had no resemblance to himself except for his appearance, and said word by word: "What made you become the virtue you are today?" ”

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "My world, and your world, are just different parallel spaces, the place called Kunlun is even bigger and more vast, this world is just a projection of Kunlun's parallel world." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Different worlds, but the timeline and history are strikingly similar, the only difference is the choice of 'our'!"

His gaze gradually darkened and deepened: "Your Tamir is just a mechanical copy, but mine is not. It took you a short time to reach the rank of Lord God, but I am not. You haven't faced a more sinister and dirty opponent, but I do. You actually constructed the law of purification and balance by yourself, but the idea is too naïve, for me, only slaughter is the real purification, cleansing! “

"I gave you a choice, the heart of the race, and the proof of slaughter, originally you could have a carrot in one hand and a stick in the other, so that all races could completely surrender, but the latter, you didn't really understand its value, you wasted not only those killing points, but also the opportunity I gave you!"

"From now on, my war with you will really begin."

"I will use other appearances, and I will also put myself on the same position as you, whether it is wealth, connections, power, we are all on the same level at this time!"

"So, try to improve your standing in this world, or you'll find that your ridiculous magic can only make people laugh like a clown on stage."

He gradually retreated, and when the last word was finished, the whole person was also hidden in the shadows.

Zhou Qing hurriedly took a few steps forward, but he had completely disappeared into the shadows.

is really an elusive self, but his last sentence made Zhou Qing vigilant, since he once subverted the national government and launched a large-scale nuclear attack, then this time I am afraid that he will not follow the rules.

In the quiet of the night, there were few pedestrians on the street, only a group of thugs hooked shoulders and played loudly, and an electric car returning at night couldn't help but ring the electric bell when they saw them blocking the road. The group of thugs suddenly became energetic, and a middle-aged thug with a big waist and a round waist with half a bottle of beer in his hand slammed the beer in front of the electric car.

"Grass Nima! Press a few handfuls! The middle-aged gangster spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm arrogantly: "What a b-raised thing!" So saying, he was going up to the drunkard.

On the electric car, it was an honest young man, seeing this kind of scene, he was so frightened that he hurriedly turned the handlebars and started quickly, only to see the electric car swaying in the opposite direction.

A tooth-aching brake sounded suddenly, and a sedan couldn't avoid it, and with a bang, the electric car and the poor man flew away, and fell heavily to the ground, his body suddenly looked like a broken sack, his limbs twisted in a strange posture, and soon a large amount of blood gushed out.

This sudden scene made the middle-aged gangster suddenly smart, and his companion behind him hurriedly whispered: "Grass, flash quickly!" A group of thugs hurriedly ran into the nearby alley, cursing and cursing.

The owner of the car who accidentally hit the person was a young man dressed as an elite, he got out of the car in a panic, and saw that there were no cameras around, and there were no other cars within the line of sight, and the electric car man who was hit in the distance still had a faint moan, and his eyes flashed, and a hideous look gradually appeared on his face.

He pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and in the darkness of the night, the lenses emitted a terrifying chill. He got back into the car, slammed the door shut, and quickly started the car, and the car reversed a little, bypassing the electric car not far in front of the car, but turned right again, and the injured person who was groaning in pain accelerated and rolled over on the ground, which was not completely dead.

There was a short, slight scream, and the whole car seemed to drive over a bumpy road, making two slight gurgling sounds, and then flew away, turning into a chilling whistling wind on this cool summer night.

"As long as everyone gives a piece of love, the world will become a beautiful spring." A man in pitch black sings in a shrill voice that can be pinched, and in this scene, the lyrics seem nondescript and ironic.

"What a disgusting scum!" A grim smile appeared on his ordinary face. A black ball of light slowly emerged in his right hand, which was in the midst of necromancy, the resurrection of the dead.

It is a spell that allows the dead to be transformed into undead warriors, and unlike manipulating corpses, or regenerating skeletons, the former preserves the consciousness and memories of the deceased, as well as deepens the resentment of their death.

The man who was originally twisted and lying in a pool of blood was instilled with black light, and soon struggled to get up, and the blood-stained clothes and the hatred in his eyes that could not be dissolved made the originally honest man look extremely terrifying.

"Go, poor fellow, go and tear apart the scum that has caused you to die miserably, one by one, and use their flesh and blood to avenge you!" His tone was cold, but there was always a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, but this smile was even colder than his words at the moment.

The reborn undead let out an indecipherable low roar in his throat, and with a stiff and strange pace like a zombie, he quickly chased in the direction of the gangster's escape, and on the road, a trail of blood was very dazzling in the dim light.

After a long time, a strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of excrement gushed out with the wind, and a figure on all fours, covered in blood, rushed out of the alley at a terrifying speed, like a vigorous beast, chasing in the direction of the accident car leaving.

The man in black stepped on a steady pace and leisurely recited a modern poem:

"Let's go,

Fallen leaves blow into deep valleys,

The song has no home.

Let's go

Moonlight on ice,

has overflowed from the river.

Let's go

Eyes looking at the same sky,

The heart beats the drum of twilight.

Let's go

We haven't lost our memory,

We go in search of the lake of life.

Let's go

Lu Ha Lu,

Filled with red poppies. ”

The man in black walked under the street lamp, and the shadow behind him became longer and longer. (To be continued.) )